Chapter 377: Take the Money and Get Lost
Seeing Fiona Vaughn with tears in her eyes, her beautiful face looking softly and weakly at him, how could Tyson Law feel good about it?
However, this issue could not be avoided no matter what.
Tyson Law took several deep breaths, trying to rationally grasp Fiona Vaughn’s shoulders.
"Fiona, please tell me the truth. I really don’t want to be kept in the dark. Back then, at Cecilia’s engagement party with me, such a thing happened. You’ve been comforting me, saying you already saw her having an affair with Young Master Trent and comforted me not to be too sad."
"But at that time, you had only been to the scene at Stellerton University. You said your sister had an affair with Young Master Trent, so was that just a conclusion from one meeting?"
Fiona Vaughn bit her lip, looking tearfully at the man in front of her.
"Tyson, maybe I was too hasty in my judgment, but in my sister’s phone, there were indeed intimate text messages exchanged with Young Master Trent, and they even arranged to meet in the dressing room."
"Plus, Reginald Trent even gave flowers to my sister at the opening ceremony. Wouldn’t you have overthought it as well? Is this also my fault?"
Saying this, Fiona Vaughn’s tears streamed down like an open faucet, falling incessantly.
Large teardrops fell onto Tyson Law’s clothes.
"Tyson... do you really not believe me anymore? Sob sob sob..."
Tyson Law felt a tightness in his heart, seeing the girl silently crying in front of him. Suddenly, he could not bring himself to question her further.
Yet, back then, he was overwhelmed by the so-called "fact" that Cecilia Vaughn betrayed him just after their engagement, and he did not even show up to see her when she was sentenced to prison.
He regarded Cecilia Vaughn as a stain on his life.
But what if Cecilia Vaughn was really drugged at the time and nearly ruined by a scumbag?
At that time, she was a girl yearning to marry her beloved, just barely an adult. How helpless and desperate must she have been?
...
Seeing Tyson Law’s troubled expression and his reluctance to say a word of belief in her, Fiona Vaughn’s sense of crisis surged, and she suddenly stepped forward, tearfully hugging the man’s back.
"Tyson, do you really think of me as such an unforgivable woman?"
"I admit, I was once jealous of my sister, jealous that she could rightly stand by your side and become your wife. But she was also my sister, sharing the same blood. I had just graduated from high school at the time. How could I possibly have done such harm to my sister?"
Fiona Vaughn cried as big tears sparkled and seemed about to fall from her eyes.
"Tyson, if you really don’t trust me, then why did you promise to hold the grandest wedding with me at the end of the month?"
She sobbed, biting her lip tightly, her appearance so pale and pitiful.
"Then I have no reason to live. I’ll go right now and terminate the pregnancy, follow your wishes, and in court, confess to those deeds, serving a sentence for my sister’s sake..."
Mentioning aborting the child, this was Fiona Vaughn’s trump card!
She nervously clenched her hands, pretending to be heartbroken while secretly watching Tyson Law’s reaction from the corner of her eye.
Sure enough, Tyson Law panicked immediately, hurriedly grabbing Fiona Vaughn’s arm.
"Fiona, don’t be so impulsive, okay?"
"I believe you. Don’t be afraid. As long as you say you are innocent, why wouldn’t I believe my own wife? The media said the court will open in three days. I’ll find the best lawyer to clear your name."
Fiona Vaughn sighed in relief, then nestled tearfully in the man’s embrace.
"Tyson, I beg you, don’t ever doubt me like this again. I’m the only one who truly cares about you..."
Tyson Law looked into Fiona Vaughn’s tear-filled eyes, and his heartstrings were tugged. He couldn’t help but reach out emotionally to wipe her tears.
"Fiona, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have misunderstood you."
For this woman, he finally couldn’t bring himself to verify so many things.
After all, she was carrying his child.
This was something no one could change.
...
Seeing that she had persuaded Tyson Law, Fiona Vaughn finally breathed a slight sigh of relief, then tensed her thoughts anew.
It happened that Tyson Law had urgent matters at the company, and after sending him off, Fiona Vaughn was left alone in the room.
She no longer cared to feign any innocence or weakness. Thinking of the court trial in three days, she slammed the table hard, nearly startling a shop girl tidying up wedding dresses.
"Miss Vaughn... Are you okay?"
"Get out."
Fiona Vaughn glared at her and then angrily put on sunglasses, taking a cab to the apartment temporarily rented for Gregory Vaughn and Florence Warner.
...
Fiona Vaughn paced anxiously in the apartment.
Since spending three years in prison, Cecilia Vaughn didn’t seem like the impulsive fool who would mention her on Weibo with the court subpoena. It was clear that Cecilia Vaughn must have some key evidence.
What could it be?
The surveillance from that time, she had watched hotel staff destroy it with her own eyes, no backups were left.
And that Reginald Trent, that dead fat man, was gone. Probably nothing but bones underground now.
Who else could testify against her?
Fiona Vaughn’s mind raced and suddenly a name popped out.
——Winston Zane!
But hadn’t this former security captain of the Phoenix Terrace Hotel taken the money and gone abroad long ago?
...
Florence Warner, hearing the whole story, was also scared by the seriousness of the situation.
"Daughter, um... Winston Zane did contact me once. He was in debt with gambling losses, came back to sell his family properties, and even threatened me. I found him annoying. At that time, you were filming and I didn’t want to disturb you. I was afraid he’d expose our matters, so I decided to have your former assistant, Rosie Sullivan, transfer him some money..."
Seeing Fiona Vaughn’s face darken, Florence Warner became somewhat guilty and tried to justify herself.
"But I did it for our own good. That Rosie Sullivan has long resigned, and she didn’t know what the money was for, nor did she ask. Maybe... maybe we will be fine!"
"Idiot! Why didn’t you tell me earlier!"
Fiona Vaughn was furious, her eyes blazing. A gambling addict like that, if Florence hadn’t acted smart, she could have solved Winston Zane long ago by getting debt collectors to handle him!
Now it was a mess!
Fiona Vaughn’s sharp nails dug into her palm as she thought over and over, finally looking deeply and ominously at Florence Warner.
"Mom, didn’t you say you would do anything for me?"